139- The Man Who Could Work Miracles -1

You, finding life rather dull, dreaming again of exotic places, wishing you were somewhere else. We offer you escape." Escape with us now to a placid English village and the company of an equally placid little man who one day shook the world.

As H.G. Wells told it in his delightful story, The Man Who Could Work Miracles. Now, I might say right in the beginning that I ain't the kind of chap who has a naturally argumentative disposition. Oh no, quite the contrary. I'm a reasonable man who always takes proper thought before he speaks. I'm one who has a due respect for scientific

truth. Why, I ain't never overt my mouth to utter a word that wasn't a pure, undiluted effect. That's what you say. However, when a man of inferior intellect, such as Toddy B. Misse showed himself to be more than once, when a man like that insists upon airing his ridiculous opinions in a public

place such as the long dragon bar, then I've got no choice but to confound him with the superior knowledge which I possess is. So you say. That's right, so I say, and if you can't contribute nothing but the same three words to this discussion, I'll thank you to admit you're defeated and shut your mouth.

We're now, Mr. Folfing Gay! Mr. Largis, he does it. Well, I ask you, Constable. I'm only trying to enlighten the man from the bog of ignorance he's afflamdering in, and he keeps coming up with his infernal, so you say.

Well, I'm a wasting the words, that's all. If Panzerthognacht flowed across this bar the way words do, they're not a retired years ago. Heh heh heh heh. Speaking of half enough, I'll have another of the same if you don't mind, but it is.